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April 19th, 1955
The gray haired woman, Emily Grace Sims, stepped from her car. The car door closed; however, she didn’t move; a lone tear escaped and ran down her face.
“Now, Emily Grace you stop that! There will be no more tears,” a caring voice sang into the morning air bringing a smile to her face.
Her intense blue eyes stared at the stately house remembering that day in April when the ground shook with enormous power leaving death and destruction all around, but this house was a survivor standing tall for over a hundred years. The weeds now had taken over the once manicured gardens, but the heads of a few roses were poking through the mangled mess showing their magnificent colors of pink and red. The only thing missing from the home was the dark haired, hazel-eyed woman who had lived here for over fifty years.
Emily Grace’s hand turned the doorknob as she pushed the wooden front door open. The only sound in the quiet home was the clicking of her shoes on the marble floor in the vestibule. A cobweb swayed from the ceiling in the slight breeze of the open door.
She made her way into the parlor. A layer of dust blanketed the furniture looking like ghosts covered in white cloths draped to the floor in the once spotless room. Stopping next to the massive bay window tears glistened in her eyes as she remembered times when this house was full of laughter and joy and she stared at the beautiful blue water surrounding the Golden Gate Bridge.
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